So this is a glance at my living-room. These two prints I picked up many many years ago at The Clay Room on the Danforth. I bought the veranda one first – I love the mood & sense that someone just stepped into the house. It sits over the mantle piece. A few years late I bought the bicycle one. Again the mood is relaxing.
There is fine detail work in both that my camera doesn’t capture. They were both framed & under glass when I bought them. The fact that frames were a perfect match for the walls did play a part in my getting them. Both by the same artist whose name is scrawled unreadable (by me) on the bottom. The Clay Room no longer sells prints.
On the mantle piece is this scale model of a TTC bus. Here I’m showing it off out of its box but it does sit in its box on the mantle. Don’t want dust to demise its collector value. Made to scale. I ordered it from the TTC gift store. Hand painted, it also has a set of details int he box for various routes, which will remain in the box. I do have a spare one tucked away in a drawer too. Some day they may be worth enough to get some Stratford Festival tickets 🙂
The samurai is one of the posters for a 1989 show at the Beaux Arts in Montreal – ‘Le Japon de Shogun’ – which I bought when I went to the amazing exhibit there. It took a year or so to realize the person in the samurai was real & not a mannequin of some sort. I used to visit Montreal with a recovery friend who moved to TO & would go back for a week every summer. I loved the city & even learned a few helpful phrases – Mon hôtel est près d’ici. 🙂
Finally is this object that my partner bought at a sale at his school decades ago. It was made in one of the arts classes there & reminded him, for some reason, of Lord of The Rings. It is a grotesque & serves as a warning to negative energy to back off. It sits on top of shelf near the TV.
Love’s Tangled Socks
what’s the word
you know the one
to call a kiss
that feels like walking into
a dew jewelled spider web
on a sunny day
while looking in the basement
for that lost sock
you know that word
that slip of the tongue
that tip of the tail
wagging excitedly
yet with a vague damp unease
at the same time
wanting to give in
feeling it’s all too sudden
too sticky in your face
while one hand reaches
to brush the spider web off
the other wants to fondle the spider
what is that word
I have to get the right word
for that sensation
also one for that rapidly
elusive need for the right word
I have to tell you all this
in exactly the right tone
if I don’t
it may never happen again
I may never find that sock
I’ll have to go with one foot bare
on this chilled concrete floor
while other is snug in a sock
trying to balance that tightrope
of grit under one foot
and comfy protection on the other
when did I lose that sock
when did I do laundry last
I have pairs upstairs
in neat rows in a drawer
but it has to be these socks
the ones you liked
to pull off my feet
you like to undress me
kiss each freshly bared part
trace my outline in your silver silva
draw me into to that web
the bed at the centre
where we would devour each other
without a second thought
the other sock has escaped
I thought I had it trapped
like your tongue
held firmly in my grasp
yet it slips slides
elusive fleshy fragments
of tender mystery
and all I can think about
is the tender shock
of this cobweb on my face
don’t want it to get in my eyes
it has caressed my lips
a dusty sooty taste
one hand darts up to brush it away
but stops when I see
the spider scuttle away
into the dark
shocked by the size of this catch
not ready to crawl across my shoulders
the way you do so well
not ready to take the seed
spray it into new shapes
along my stomach
slithering cool trails
us laughing at the moment
turning over in the bed
looking for our clothes
time for clean socks
the other must be in the laundry
I’ll be right back
only I’m stuck here
caught in a loss for words
looking for a definition
that will wind you
around me forever
May
? Richard III – Stratford Festival
June
July
? All’s Well That Ends Well – Stratford Festival
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